It was odd to see the mountains grow distant on the horizon. They had spent so long surrounded by them, that they had started to feel like a second home to Lidea.
Although she was glad to leave the eternal cold behind.
The Zuidster had barely stopped at the hidden harbor. Just long enough for them to replenish their supplies and of course, pick up their three guests.
Despite Warchief's and Annemarije's big talk of them helping out around the ship, the trio had quickly been delegated to being the entertainment for the other crew.
The water magician, whose name turned out to be Franoud, was taken by Crystal. According to her sea demons were the rarest kind of demon and therefore the woman had been nearly obsessed with learning from the older healer.
It was nice to see someone treating Crystal well for once, and it was noticeable how unusual such treatment was for her. Which broke Lidea's heart a little each time.
As for Warchief, he had soon found himself near the other crew. Exchanging stories of his adventures and their trip through the Vazul'Kar. To most, their decision to climb the Godly Range was seen as insanity.
Looking back, Lidea couldn't help but agree.
With both her companions occupied, it left her standing on the deck. Staring out at the ocean while enjoying the fresh breeze.
As the waves grew, so did the butterflies in her stomach with every dip of the bow.
Annemarije hadn't told them where they were going, but she had said that they would spend another week at sea.
One week. Seven days.
Barely any time compared to the long road they had behind them, but still she found herself more impatient than ever.
Her thoughts returning to the city of Lynoës, and the rebels they had left in Udrän.
I hope you are doing well.
As if called upon, a small black spot pulled her attention. Lidea would have thought nothing of it. See it as one of the many seabirds that called the Vazul'Kar's shoreline their home. If it wasn't that something on it glinted in the sunlight.
The bird headed straight her way and her heart rate picked up as she recognized the brown feathered harrier bird.
Without hesitation, she held up her hand. Letting the bird land on her wrist.
It looked worse for wear. Skinny and exhausted from the long flight it had undertaken.
"It actually returned!"
Warchief hurried over to her, looking expectantly at the metal cover that would contain any messages.
Lidea smiled at his excitement, only hesitating a moment before detaching the harness of the bird's back and opening up the lid.
Three rolls of paper tumbled out, which she clutched right in time to prevent them from being blown away by the strong winds.
Curiously she noticed one of them looking rather familiar. A roll of speckled gold paper, carrying the tree of life as its seal. Yet it was the signature that startled her.
In swirly, barely readable lettering the sender read as heir of the Evershade throne, Chase'Ziard Saelethil Ermarys, and it was addressed to one Dark'Zahar Draenai Ermarys, prince of the Evershade throne and leader of the Lynoën Rebel forces.
Lidea stared at the letter incredulously, rereading the names multiple times before looking up to meet Warchief's guilty gaze.
"Lidea, I ..."
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Tipping the Scale
FantasyIn a country, where magic and knowledge is limited to the elite. The underclass have finally had enough. A revolution has tipped the scale of power, and the powerless have become in charge. All that was a symbol of magic has been destroyed, its hist...
